It's Saturday evening, about a quarter to six. I have returned from a little village called Valangine, about twenty minutes from Neuchâtel, where Hans Peter, Elisabeth and I spent the day at a Medieval Festival. I loved it. The town itself is a quaint compilation of about six streets with buildings that were built in the 1500's, grouped around a hill that leads to an impressive castle that has been converted into a museum. There is a stunning church in the center of the town, and it was the only building that had doorways tall enough for me to walk through without ducking. I have never seen a more perfect town. We wandered up to the castle and were met by crusaders, knights, horses, forges, candle makers, and people roasting food on fires.
We went on a scavenger hunt all over the town, trying to find specific places and write down our names in the booklets that were hidden at each location. Our team name was Merlin, Arthur, and Hans Peter. Probably the best thing I've ever thought up. I got to be Merlin.
We ate traditional local food, called Gâteau au Beurre, which was basically a very thin pizza crust with lots of butter and the toppings, but no tomato sauce and no cheese. It was delicious.
Later tonight I am being taken "tractor pulling". I have no idea what it will be. I will follow up with more later.
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